The Answer To Anxiousness

Be ye not anxious for anything,

but through prayer and supplication.

I yell, as a sharp pain of anxiousness,

shoots through my side.

What is the answer?

What do I do?

How do I get rid of this anxiousness?

Do I draw?

Do I read, watch T.V.,

or do I write poetry?

The answer is in neither.

The sharp pain becomes harder,

which proves the answer is not,

in expressing your feelings on paper.

No, the answer is talking to God.

As we all eventually get,

that anxious pain in our side,

the only way to get rid of it,

is through prayer.

Now excuse me,

as I pray.



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